art porn gay poem, a little
on the light side

the lean lithe athletic boy is writing a poem
the lean lithe athletic boy is touching himself while
he is writing a poem
the lean lithe athletic boy is taking off his blue jeans
while he is sitting at his desk writing his poem
his blue jeans hit the floor
and he pulls one naked foot
free of them and leaves the other
naked foot in the mound of tangled blue jeans
the lean lithe athletic boy is sitting at his
desk and writing his poem
the lean lithe athletic boy is touching himself
through his tight white briefs
that may be accurately said to be positively bulging over his
big thick cock
the lean lithe athletic boy is writing his poem
the lean lithe athletic boy is pulling off his shirt
and throwing it onto the floor
the lean lithe athletic boy is writing his poem
the lean lithe athletic boy is touching his nipples
the lean lithe athletic boy is writing his poem
the lean lithe athletic boy is touching his
big cock through his bulging
white briefs his
cock is laid out to the left, hot
and pressed against his left groin and hip  it is
a very big cock and the lean lithe athletic boy is
well aware of that fact  the lean lithe athletic boy is
writing his poem
the lean lithe athletic boy is writing his poem and touching
his big cock through his briefs then he touches his bare nipple
and then he touches his other bare nipple then he
is touching his beautiful big cock through
his bulging white briefs
then the lean lithe athletic boy is kicking the
blue jeans off his blue-jean-tangled naked foot
then the lean lithe athletic boy is stripping off his
white briefs and holding them
close-and-waiting at the big purple head of
his gigantic throbbing cock
the lean lithe athletic boy is sitting at his desk
staring at the paper that is his poem
the lean lithe athletic boy takes one hand off his cock
and writes something beautiful and
desperate, and then the lean lithe athletic boy puts that same
hand back on his cock,
his other hand holding the white briefs to receive
the stream of white
goo that
jets out  the lean lithe athletic boy pants
the lean lithe athletic boy sweats  his
nostrils are wide
the lean lithe athletic boy looks at the paper
that is his poem that is no longer being written
one hand on his cock
one hand on his now wet goo-soaked briefs jeez
there must be half a cup of goo in those
briefs they are positively soaked
and the smell is heavy and musky and sinister and it
makes his heart beat fast
there is still some goo spurting out in little spurts from the
widened slit at the head of his great big cock
he catches the little spurts in the wet white briefs and
he looks longingly at the paper words at the ready
he does not have enough hands for
the cock and the goo-catching and the writing as well
he knows he needs
another hand if he is do everything at once
and
he suspects
there will soon be
volunteers.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book MUSEUM QUALITY ORGASM, published in 1996.  The book is now out of print.)